life's a stage.

Ollie just continued to grin, even as a fake groan left him at the punch. It was a playful one, and he knew it. They’d never had fights before, and weren’t about to start now. “Maybe, but I don’t get what she’s doing with her time then. I mean, don’t take a lead role if you can’t practice for it.” He and Teddy always practiced together, so Ollie was a little spoiled as far as that went. He felt a rush of pink tinge his cheeks at his bestie’s muse. “That’s for sure the truth. We’d knock it out of the park.” Opening the door to the cafe, he let teddy go in first as they sank into their favorite corner booth. “Eh, I changed my mind; I’m starving. And it is a Saturday night. Gotta treat you on at least a decent date,” he joked, eyes scanning the familiar menu.

Ollie laughed at his best friend’s retort; truth be told, probably neither could resist when their friend pretended to be upset. Since a young age they had always taken care of each other. “Hmm, not true... and I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mused, playfully jutting out his lower lip in a pout as they parked. “I know, which is why you’re the best, man.” Neither had ever been about materiel things; hell, just hanging out talking suited them. “You're not being rude -- she’s terrible. If she was at least nice then I might feel a little guilty but she’s such a primadonna. Of course we would have been; the best leads. Though then you would have had to kiss me on stage,” Ollie joked, sticking his tongue out childishly as he exited the car. “I’m thinking we need a three course meal. Apps, more food, and something sweet. Like I said,” he continued as he held open the cafe door for Teddy, “My treat.”

“Guess we’ll have to officially add that to our rules,” he joked as the car strode into the correct lane to the cafe. Oliver stole a glance at Teddy, noting his pout, and a laugh popped from his lips. “Don’t even start that. I know you’re joking, but pouting is so unfair. Keep it up and I’ll do it right back at you,” the blonde warned, his lips tugging with amusement. “I know that, and you’re definitely nothing like them. I wouldn’t want a best friend that’s obsessed with material things and greedy. For the record, I’d be fine eating ramen with you too.and depending on how well this show does, that may be happening in the near future.” Ollie nodded; Avalon was always awesome, but this other girl... “I agree about Avalon. I think they just picked this other because she’s pretty. I just don’t want the theater getting a bad rep for it if she fails,” he sighed as they pulled into the parking lot. “They should have cast us as leads instead,” he nudged Teddy gently, giving him a small smirk. “Ready to stuff our faces?”

“You do, but when it entails me, I have the right to veto it,” Ollie mused with a bright smile. He and Teddy were practically inseparable; there was no one he’d rather spend his time with. The fact that they had a similar passion for acting made that even more possible. “I do, but I’m glad you don’t mind that I can’t splurge all that much. Good choice though, we can eat a lot there without sacrificing my whole paycheck.” Once they were both settle in the car, Ollie took off, making his way down the familiar road. “You know, I’ma  little worried about this show now, and the lack of talent with the leading lady. Hell, I could do a better job than her.”

Already changed back into his own clothes as well, the blonde grinned when Teddy agreed to come with him for dinner. A bright grin took him over; he didn’t mind paying, especially when it came to his best friend. “That’s the point -- you can’t,” he laughed, following him out the door. “See? Don’t say I never did anything for you. Though I haven’t gotten paid yet, so I hope you’re a cheap date," Oliver joked as he slid into the driver’s seat of his car. “Where do you feel like going? I’m up for anything.”

Rehearsal had run late, again. One of the leading ladies couldn’t for the life of her remember her lines. Ollie figured he could do a better job -- anyone could. actually. By the time they were done he was starving, and tired. Going home and cooking wasn’t something he was up for; not after working a shift at the diner before coming to rehearsal. “Hey man,” he grinned as he caught his best friend Teddy getting ready to leave as well. Oliver tossed an arm around his shoulder, even if he was a bit shorter of the two. “Wanna go grab a bite to eat? I’ll even buy if you’ll keep me company.”